The OTHER bar in Star Wars.

Sasha2001 wrote:  
Marc Bolan. David Bowie. Freddie Mercury. The glam/trans gender thang had this young woman in her 20's simultaneously a bit fascinated and confused. However, as any good audiophile will confess, I don't give a fekk what they might do offstage, just damn grateful these artists were ON stage. 

40+ years later and I can still remember the words to this song.

Just don't ask me where I put my car keys...

Adore the percussion in this!

Dave Brubeck said he wrote this to shut up the critics who insisted on a 'toe tapper.' He claimed this was it and they should stfu now. 
Paddy gives it a fantastic play.

RUSHED to the 'puter to rate this within 2 chords. 
Shades of Teen years. *sigh*

LOVE you RP, B&R!!!!

Witchi-Tai-To with a 'Sweet Jane' riff. 

I'm takin a trip around pluto. Ya'll talk amongst y'selves...

*pant*pant* gasp. "I need a glass of water please. Maybe a cigarette too."
"You don't smoke!"
She wipes her forehead,
"I do after this."

1969: Before my 11th birthday, my mother, almost insane hearing the same Monkee album over and over for months suggested she buy some other music for my  birthday party. I looked at her like she had three heads.
She came home one afternoon with one of those large, white thin bags and said, "The man at the record store said these were great for parties."
I pulled out Jefferson Airplane's Surrealistic Pillow and The Doors, 'The Doors."
I went from Last Train to Clarksville to Back Door Man.
Mom has never bought me music since.

One of a rare few musicians who lived long enough to make a successful album with his grandson.

I turned 10 in 1967. My Mom had grown desperately sick of my Monkee records. She turned to me before my 10th bday party and said with a nearly pleading look on her face, "Honey, wouldn't you like to have some new music to play for your party?"  I looked at her as if she had three heads. She sighed, shook her head and said, "Well, let me see what we can do."
A few days later, carrying a large, white paper bag. With a big smile she said "The man at the record store said these were good for parties."

I pulled out the albums "The Doors: The Doors" and "Jefferson Airplane, Surrealistic Pillow." Two of the most acid rock albums in music history.

At the tender age of 10, I went from "Last Train to Clarksville" to  "White Rabbit." I clearly remember her expression when I asked her, "What's a 'Backdoor man?"



In the succeeding 47 years, My Mother has never, ever purchased music for me again. 

Solanus wrote:
 
BG's magic as a d.j. His segues are always sweet ... and perfect, imho.
Years of experience, in addition to a wondrously eclectic mind about music.
What makes RP a better picker-upper than the other brands.

More Rooster!  

I remember Ali McGraw on TV in ads for Londonderry cosmetics and this song was part of it. I think of fields, flowers and soft breezes whenever I hear this.

I think of this song as a prayer. A solid 10.

"Lord knows I should be pushing daisies
I was 6 feet down, but something raised me up
Sent back for to lift my curse
I'm gonna me a taste of some chaos first
Untied, gonna get little wild
Go screaming through the dark like a demon child
Close your eyes now, the light is fading
and the noise in the night is gonna get a little louder, baby"

woa. 

Every library should have this one. Blows Radar Love outta the water.

My 9th Christmas, Dad gave me my first (portable!) record player, and this 45 was on the turntable. Never, ever, gets old.

Nice horns! 

Cellocaster_Paul wrote:
 
 ... and I REALLY like your review. Made me stick around to check it out. You nailed it.